[HP] Astringent

When Vanessa brought the potion to Harry, Harry couldn't close his mouth in shock: "Snape...Professor, would you allow me to brew the potion for me in his classroom? You didn't tell him This potion was made for me, right?"

"On the contrary, I told him."

"How could he agree?"

Vanessa defended Snape without thinking: "Don't forget he gave Hermione points today!"

"Did he take the wrong medicine today?"

Vanessa shook her head, more efforts were needed to bridge the hostility between the two groups, and she didn't want to have trouble when she took Snape home for dinner one day.

Umbridge should have been rejected by all the teachers, and nothing more happened.She wanted to ban the Gryffindor Quidditch team from training, thanks to McGonagall who personally wrote to Dumbledore.Harry and Ron got really busy getting their lives started.

Vanessa never knew that Snape cared so much about the Quidditch Cup. He even spent some extra time listening to Malfoy's endless complaints, and then went to help the Slytherin team pre-rent the stadium in advance.And he ignored the fact that the members of the house tried to attack the Gryffindors with magic.

McGonagall said bluntly to Harry and Ron: "I'm used to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, and I really don't want to give it to Professor Snape. So please practice more, okay?"

After listening to Harry's learning tongue, Vanessa felt that as a member of Gryffindor, she should do something for the college.She became a spy lurking beside Snape, and every time she saw Malfoy coming to find Snape, she would sneak out in advance to find Angelina, the current captain of the Gryffindor team, and ask her to book the stadium in advance.

After several failures, Snape finally realized what the problem was.They had a little bit of trouble because of this, and then he would simply have a duel with Vanessa after Malfoy left, to see who could resist the other's spell and rush to the court first.Vanessa feels that in just one month, her actual combat skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Vanessa also felt embarrassed sometimes, because she suspected that Malfoy guessed the unusual relationship between her and Snape.And not only did he keep his mouth shut, he also respected Vanessa even more.

One day in the hallway, Vanessa happened to bump into Malfoy, so she stopped him: "How is your team training? Severus is looking forward to you winning the championship." She deliberately mentioned Sney Pu came to test Malfoy.

Sure enough, Malfoy was not surprised, and replied frankly: "Everything is going on, thanks to the help of Professor Snape."

Vanessa nodded: "I heard that you made up a lot of songs that mocked the Gryffindor team members, especially Ron. Why did you use such means? I watched your game, and I think you fly Not worse than Harry, I think you have learned a lot of skills with professional teams, but you pay too much attention to Harry's actions during the game. It makes you very passive."

"Professor Weasley, I assume you are also aware of that Weasley's weakness." He raised his chin arrogantly.

"Inferiority and sentimentality."

"That's right, so our strategy is based on his weakness."

"But this is not the scope of Quidditch. You shouldn't be doing so many tricks off the court."

There was a flash of surprise in Malfoy's gray-blue eyes, and then he raised his chin again, as if doing so would make his words more convincing: "You didn't tell Professor Snape these words, Right?"

Vanessa shook her head lightly: "Not really, does it have anything to do with what we're discussing?"

His lips twitched, and Vanessa struggled to figure out that the slurred syllables meant "Gryffindor".Malfoy bowed respectfully again: "It's hard for me to reach a consensus with you. But I suggest you talk to Professor Snape about these things."

Before going to bed at night, after turning off the lights, Vanessa lay in Snape's arms, and tentatively mentioned this matter to him: "I think the kids in your academy don't train hard enough, they just play tricks."

Snape was tired enough from a day's class, and his voice sounded sleepy, "What did they do?" He rolled over half asleep, so that Vanessa could lean more comfortably.

"They didn't laugh at Ron until he didn't have confidence in himself, because he was incompetent and poor at the game."

"Smart way to kill the enemy without going to the battlefield. I don't see any problem with it." His voice became softer, almost falling asleep.

"But if you compete with others to brew potions, what if others deliberately trip you up off the court?"

"Quidditch is different from potions..." He paused for a long time, his breathing gradually stabilized, and then continued as if he woke up again, "If he can't beat this, it only means that he is not qualified to stand on the competition stage... . . . " His words finally turned into sleepwalking.

Vanessa looked at his sleeping profile, sighed, and couldn't bear to wake him up again.But I tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep.She chewed on Snape's words over and over again. What he said seemed to make some sense, but it was all nonsense when looked into.A question that had been neglected came to mind—she and Snape actually had different views on many things.This problem was suppressed under countless more serious problems before, and it is only now slowly surfacing.

On the day of the race, the weather was rarely clear.Vanessa prepared a silver and green scarf and a silver badge with a crown for Snape early in the morning, and she brought a gold and red scarf and a rosette for herself.They walked from the auditorium to the stadium together, and then walked to different stands. Vanessa found an empty seat beside Mag.

"I think this year will be fine, Minerva." She greeted McGonagall cheerfully.A smile flickered across Meg's serious face.

However, it got off to a bad start, and the Slytherin audience had obviously discussed it. Someone started, and the rest sang in chorus: "That little Weasley, he can't block a ball, the Slytherins let out their voices." Sing, Weasley is our king..."

On the field, the pursuer of the Slytherin team galloped to Ron with the ball, and the Slytherin singing became louder and louder.Vanessa was sweating for Ron, but it was useless. Ron was still affected by the singing, and with a swoop, the Quaffle flew past his armpit and went straight into the goal ring in the middle.

"Slytherin scored," announcer Lee Jordan announced.There was deafening applause from the silver-green stands.

Vanessa was so pissed that Ron wouldn't be doing so badly if it wasn't for the distraction of their song.She looked to Snape, praying that he too would see her displeasure, and put a stop to their house's dishonorable behaviour.But Snape kept his eyes on the pitch intently.

The Slytherins attacked again, and their audience sang the song again: "Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball in the goal cube..."

Vanessa looked at Mag, and she was so angry that she took off her hat and twisted it tightly in her hands.Li also roared to explain the situation on the field as much as he could, trying to cover the singing with his own voice.But Gryffindor made mistakes again and again, allowing Slytherin to score forty points first.

Harry stopped in mid-air, not letting go of any golden shadows.Just as the Slytherin suitor had the ball again, Harry swooped down.At the same time Malfoy also found the Golden Snitch.But Malfoy had the advantage because he was closer to the Snitch.Relying on his extraordinary talent, Harry stuck his body on the broomstick, reducing the resistance as much as possible, and drove the fire broom forward very fast.The two of them were neck to neck, and within a few feet of the ground, Harry risked falling off the broomstick with his right hand, and Malfoy held out his hand at the same time.At the very moment, Harry stretched out his hand to fish it out, and the little golden thing fell into his hand.

Harry picked up his broom and was back in the air, holding the Snitch aloft for all to see.Vanessa shouted and cheered with all Gryffindor supporters.Everyone rushed down the stands and onto the field.And no one noticed that a Snitch galloped away, hit Harry in the lower back, and sent him flying off the broom.Luckily only five or six feet off the ground, he wasn't too badly hurt.Vanessa worriedly made her way through the crowd to Harry.

Malfoy sneered over a moment of disappointment, sneering at Harry.As Vanessa approached, she heard him say, "We want to write some more lyrics, but fat and ugly doesn't rhyme well - we want to taste his mother; useless crap is not good Rhymes with - his dad. But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Or maybe, you remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasleys' pigsty reminds you of -"

Before Vanessa could tell him to shut up, Harry, George, and Fred all jumped at Malfoy, punching him in the stomach.

"Stop! Stop!" Vanessa and Mag yelled to stop them at the same time, screaming, wailing and roaring mixed together.McGonagall drew out her wand and separated them from Malfoy: "I've never seen this kind of behavior, go to the castle, you three, go directly to the dean's office!" She sternly led them back to the castle.

Vanessa looked down at Malfoy lying on the ground, and when he saw Harry and the others being taken away, he stopped his exaggerated howling.Parkinson ran up to him and let him stand on his back.Vanessa stared at him indifferently until Malfoy's face turned from pale to rosy.

She said coldly: "Playing these little tricks didn't help you win, did they, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy kept his mouth shut, and Parkinson stared at her fiercely.Vanessa ignored her and continued, "None of you and Crabbe gave ten points to Slytherin." It was Crabbe who hit Harry with the Quaffle after the whistle, and she never wanted to look at Malfoy again. , said contemptuously, "I'm really disappointed."

Vanessa didn't look at Malfoy's pale face again, didn't wait for Snape, and walked back to the cellar alone.Snape followed her into the office.She was suffocating in her heart, and she was not happy at all.Finally couldn't bear it and said to Snape: "Don't you think you have a problem with Slytherin's education?"

"I can't think of where you got this conclusion." Snape was next to her, and Vanessa didn't lean over as usual, but instead widened the distance between the two.Snape looked at the air in his arms and frowned.

"I'm telling you this seriously." Vanessa wrung her fingers, Malfoy was not like his father, she saw some kindness from him, which reminded her of Snape back then.She really cared so much for Malfoy's benefit: "It won't do them any good if you allow them to use such despicable methods. It's fine if they use these methods to win, but they still lose in the end!"

Snape's complexion also became ugly, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Despicable means? Just make up a few lines of song?"

Vanessa felt that the main point was taken away, and she raised her voice angrily: "Do you want me to sing it to you again? Don't forget that my last name is Weasley."

"You know Draco wasn't talking about you—"

"What's the difference between talking about me and talking about them! Have you forgotten that Arthur and Molly are the only relatives I have left now?"

Snape smiled strangely: "What about me, Vanessa? What about me!"

"Can this be the same?"

"I understand. In your mind, Slytherin's methods are dirty, despicable, and shameless. Then why don't you just agree to Black? Isn't he the upright embodiment of justice you like?" Sne Pu opened and closed his mouth, speaking sarcastically without mercy.

"Listen to what you're talking about! I've rejected his marriage proposal!"

"No fool would agree to a marriage proposal under the influence of a love potion."

"You're wrong! After that, he proposed to me again." Vanessa's mind was filled with anger, and she didn't realize what she said.

The room was silent, only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard, Snape suppressed the disturbed emotions, and said in a malicious and mocking tone: "What are you doing here, go find your favorite Gryffindor Go, since you despise our evil."

Vanessa opened her eyes wide and said not to be outdone, "Are you going to break up with me?"

Snape was also stunned, but his icy eyes concealed his lack of concentration for a moment, and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it: "If you want to understand it that way."

Vanessa sneered: "Yes, you are right. Anyway, I was chasing you from the very beginning." She got up angrily, slammed the door, and walked out of the cellar without looking back.

By the time Vanessa reached the third floor, her anger was half gone.She knew Snape's unscrupulousness when he was angry, so why should he be serious with him, but she didn't want to give in.She stood at the stairs on the third floor, not knowing whether to go up to the eighth floor or simply go back to the cellar.

"Vanessa, Vanessa." Harry's voice appeared in the empty corridor.Vanessa looked around: "Where are you?"

"On your left!" said Ron. "Don't make it so obvious, just be natural."

"It won't be natural to talk to the air, no matter how much you can cover it up." Vanessa tried her best to keep her lips still, so that she didn't look like a lunatic talking to herself.

"Are you going to find Hagrid with us? He's finally back!" Hermione said excitedly.

Just when Vanessa was about to agree, she saw Parkinson walking out of the hospital wing with Malfoy on his arm.She changed her mind without much thought: "Say hello to him for me and tell him I'll see him another day. But I still have something to do now."

She hurried over and stopped the two Slytherins.Parkinson looked at her defensively.

"Mr. Malfoy, would you like to sit in my office for a while?" She looked at Parkinson again, "and you, Miss Parkinson, if you want."

"We won't..."

Malfoy interrupted Parkinson and nodded.Parkinson was surprised, but heeded Malfoy's orders.

As long as Vanessa thought that they were all students of Snape Academy, she couldn't really get angry, but a complex feeling of hatred for iron and steel.She provided snacks and drinks to the two children as if she was entertaining Harry and the others.They were a little cautious, and didn't touch the stack of snacks the whole time.

Vanessa also called them over in a flash of enthusiasm, and now she didn't know what to say, so she said casually: "Mr. Malfoy, haven't you thought about reorganizing the Slytherin team?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

"I haven't investigated everyone's Quidditch level carefully, but I guess there are still some players in the whole school who play better than Crabbe and Goyle." advantages.

"You don't need to take care of our college's affairs!" Parkinson protested dissatisfied.

Vanessa ignored her and looked at Malfoy.Malfoy was still a little afraid to look directly at Vanessa, which made his tone very polite: "They are not as easy to control as Crabbe and Goyle."

"Why are you talking so much to her, Draco?" Parkinson asked.Malfoy shook his head, but didn't answer.Unconvinced, Parkinson folded his arms and made it to the other side.

"If you want subordinates, you have to use your own strength to subdue them. I really don't understand how it can help you if you want two subordinates who are no different from those who are there."

"You shouldn't pass judgment on things you don't understand, Professor Weasley."

"Then you can convince me, don't become angry when I can't refute it." Malfoy's sophistry must have been influenced by Snape, Vanessa raised her eyebrows, "In my opinion, you just chose The easiest way."

Malfoy turned pale with anger: "Not everyone is like Potter, destined to be a leader from birth."

"That's because you didn't see the negative things brought about by these auras. Can you say that your origin—the Malfoy family only brought you benefits, but didn't restrict your life at all?"

Malfoy shut his mouth and hung his head.He knew Vanessa was right.

Seeing him like this, Vanessa also softened her voice: "Do you want more drinks?"

Malfoy shook his head, drank the remaining water in the glass, and stood up with Parkinson: "Thank you for your hospitality, we are going back."

"Of course, thank you for listening patiently." Vanessa said. "Think about what I said, and I think you can find a better way instead of standing against others. You don't treat others as When you are an enemy, no one regards you as an enemy."

After hearing her words, Parkinson's expression changed, and he lowered his head thoughtfully.Malfoy nodded slightly, and when he walked to the door, he left an endless sentence: "We didn't do it that they were suspended."

Vanessa estimated the time and walked back to the cellar.She was hardly angry anymore, but still put on a stern look at the door.It was strange that the room was quiet and the lights were not turned on.Could it be that Snape was still in the mood to boil the potion after his quarrel with him?Vanessa was thinking about it, turned on the headlights, and was surprised to find that Snape was sitting on the sofa, his face was pale, with a desperate expression on his face, as if he never thought that Vanessa would come back.This look scared away the last bit of Vanessa's anger, and she walked over worriedly, calling softly, "Sev?"

This call made Snape come back, he looked a little confused, his voice was dry: "You didn't leave?"

"Are you going to let me sleep on the street?" Vanessa felt a little funny, but she quickly scowled, "Is that all you want to tell me?"

His mouth opened, but he couldn't close it, and then said with difficulty: "I'm sorry."

Vanessa's heart softened, her eyes were like melted chocolate, she stared at him deeply: "Honey, I also want to apologize..." She opened her arms, and Snape also tentatively reached out.Vanessa pulled the stiff man into her arms.Snape was as cold as a sculpture of ice.Vanessa ran her fingers through his hair and stroked it slowly.

Snape lowered his head as if to kiss her, but stopped in mid-air.Then he quickly uttered a sentence: "You can leave, if you want to leave, it's best to leave now..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Vanessa interrupted him, "Sev, I love you." She looked into those dull black eyes, "No one can ever replace you, you are mine Lovers, family, everything to me.”

Snape didn't hesitate any more, he gave Vanessa a chance to choose.From then on, she could only be firmly stuck to the web she wove, and she could never escape.